Infinitely Losing My Edge
Yeah, I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
The kids are coming up from behind.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids from Saudi Arabia and from Mexico City.
But I was there.
I was there in .
I was there at the first Suicide show in New York.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge to the kids whose footsteps I hear when they get on the decks.
I'm losing my edge to the internet seekers who can tell me every member of every good group from 1968 to 1978.
I'm losing my edge.
To all the kids in Winnipeg and Milan.
I'm losing my edge to the art-school Milan kids in little jackets and borrowed nostalgia for the unremembered nineties.
I'm losing my edge.
I'm losing my edge.
I can hear the footsteps every night on the decks.
But I was there.
I was there in 1983 at the first Art of Noise practice in a loft in London.
I was working on the theremin sounds with much patience.
I was there when Captain Beefheart started up his first band.
I told him, "Don't do it that way. You'll never make a dime."
I was there.
I was the first guy playing The Searchers to the dance kids.
I played it at the Hacienda.
Everybody thought I was crazy.
We all know.
I was there.
I was there.
I've never been wrong.
But I'm losing my edge to better-looking people with better ideas and more talent.
And they're actually really, really nice.
I'm losing my edge.
I heard you have a compilation of every good song ever done by anybody.
Every great song by The Litter. All the underground hits.
All Black Bananas tracks. I heard you have a vinyl of every Electric Prunes record on German import.
I heard that you have a white label of every seminal grunge hit - 1985, '86, '87.
I heard that you have a CD compilation of every good '70s cut and another box set from the '80s.
I hear you're buying a sitar and a linndrum and are throwing your macbook out the window because you want to make something real. You want to make a Susan Cadogan record.
I hear that you and your band have sold your arpeggiator and bought a sitar.
I hear that you and your band have sold your sitar and bought an arpeggiator.
I hear everybody that you know is more relevant than everybody that I know.
But have you seen my records?
Marc Almond,
Cabaret Voltaire,
Rotary Connection,
Mr. Review,
Kevin Saunderson,
Pagans,
Crooked Eye,
Throbbing Gristle,
Chris Corsano,
The Cowsills,
Cybotron,
Marmalade,
Ronan,
Lou Reed,
Spandau Ballet,
Circle Jerks,
KRS-One,
Thee Headcoats,
The Mummies,
Justin Hinds & The Dominoes,
Minnie Riperton,
Orchestral Manoeuvres in the Dark,
Drexciya,
Fad Gadget,
Ponytail,
Brothers Johnson,
Masta Ace, Craig G, Kool G Rap, Big Daddy Kane,
Delta 5,
Crash Course in Science,
These Immortal Souls,
Scan 7,
The Move,
Robert Wyatt,
Pole,
The Moleskins,
Sarah Menescal,
Tim Buckley,
Vainqueur,
The Kinks,
Godley & Creme,
Fear,
Maurizio,
PIL,
Aural Exciters,
Organ,
John Cale,
The Five Americans,
The Grass Roots,
Massinfluence,
Deakin,
World's Most,
June Days,
Schoolly D,
Metal Thangz,
The Victims,
Yusef Lateef,
Lou Reed & John Cale,
Gil Scott-Heron and Jamie xx,
Roxette,
Andrew Ashong & Theo Parrish,
Agent Orange,
Matthew Halsall,
New Age Steppers,
Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48, Lower 48.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.
You don't know what you really want.